Friday, February 22, 2002
i am sick of people trying to make me feel bad for my actions because they are not what other people want. my life is my own, my actions are my choice. my choices are my own.
"How carefully was that word chosen!
The word that allows yes, the word that makes no possible.
The word that puts the free in freedom and takes the obligation out of love.
The word that throws a window open after the final door is closed.
The word upon which all adventure, all exhilaration, all meaning, all honor depends.
The word that fires evolution's motor of mud.
The word that the cocoon whispers to the caterpillar.
The word that molecules recite before bonding.
The word that separates that which is dead from that which is living.
The word no mirror can turn around.
In the beginning was the word and the word was
CHOICE" - Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker